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Surely 750 between you, me and the former prime minister...

And after four shows in four days, another Wilco tour of Spain is in the books. I think the most enduring memories of this little tour-within-a-tour will center on the oven-like conditions, and tonight was no exception. Even after the unrelenting sun sank below the horizon and gave way to the more-than-welcome darkness, the humidity generated by the seaside setting of this amphitheater made for a pretty sweltering evening. Full recap to come, but for now, here was the complete setlist as played (didn't get a look at a printed setlist, so can't say if there were any changes/omission

Just doing a little housekeeping for this one, since unfortunately I wasn't able (or rather, chose not) to attend in person. I know at least a few people who did make it there, however, so perhaps one of them will chip in someday and give us a little more insight on what this festival was like. I do know that it took place at the Feria de Muestras de Armilla (aka Armilla fairgrounds, more commonly known as Fermasa) south of Granada city center and that Wilco had a 1 hour, 40 minute time slot from 9-10:40 p.m. on the primary Victoria stage, preceded by Leon Benavente and followed by the interes

Once again, I'm going to have to circle back later to fill in the details on this second of two Spanish gigs under the umbrella of the Alma Festival. For now, I will just say that despite the wilting heat all day long, the energy level from both band and audience seemed significantly better than the previous night in Barcelona. It was still not necessarily a show that reached the heights of some previous performances in Spain, IMHO, but definitely still an enjoyable way to spend an evening. OK, where were we? As with the previous night’s gig in Barcelona, the format of these Alma F

Because of travel and the heat, etc., it’s probably gonna take me a minute to come up with something lucid (as if I ever do) about tonight’s show that was not an “Evening With…” performance, as it turned out. This wasn’t a festival in the normal sense of the word, either; more like one in a summer series of concerts at the Montjuïc cultural complex known as the Poble Espanyol. This was the same location of Wilco’s Barcelona tour stop just over three years ago, though the setup was much different this time around on account of being part of the Alma Festival series. Whereas back in

It was so good to see Zoran! And yeah, his images — based on the sample Wilco has shared so far — must be amazing. One thing I will give the RAH, it’s certainly an impressive-looking room.

Yeah, heard Thax moved/drifted up to Wisconsin some years back. He pops up every now and then, usually with acts exactly like The Wacos.

I’ll just have some excellent beef ta(r)ta(re) if it’s all the same to you. Maybe even served by the late, great Joe E. Tata in his guise as the owner of the Peach Pit. If you know, you know…

With the afterglow of a “Big Show” at the Royal Albert Hall still lingering, Jeff and his bandmates stepped onto a slightly less glamorous — but far more familiar — stage in the City of Light about 24 hours later and found themselves instantly more at home. Amazingly, it had been nearly six years since Wilco’s last show in Paris proper and the sold-out crowd at the cozy La Cigale was clearly ready for its fix. And while the setlists between the RAH and La Cigale gigs ended up overlapping quite a bit — of the 23 songs at both shows, by my count, 19 were the same (albeit in a slightl

I shall endeavour to never allow such balouney to colour my flavour of the month ramblings. Let’s see if this makes me a favourite or simply a poseur.

Mine wasn’t quite as raving, lol! All in all, far from the worst review I’ve ever read. Reviewers across the board generally need to revisit Banter Corner more frequently, though. IMHO. Ta for your ta. This thread has been more than our usual incomprehensible chirping back and forth, hasn’t it? Dare I say we have more readership than we thought? And what does that mean for future antics? Well, perhaps it’s just an eager UK audience looking for an outlet to opine (and not just engage in Welsh rugby chat ). Anyway, glad we agree on the spit and sawdust venues! Now we need to f

Yes, restrained is definitely the word I was looking for. Thanks for that. And yeah, I don’t know why they didn’t just do the “Evening With…” format in London and Paris as well, unless there was some kind of arrangement with Deep Sea Diver that we don’t know about. Usually that has to do with promoters and not necessarily the band, though I’m not sure in this case. Obviously that would have been fun at the RAH…

Perhaps “buttoned up” wasn’t the best phrase to use, but I also don’t think there was a ton of energy emanating from the audience either, at least that I could see. Personally I don’t understand how someone could watch almost motionless and with their arms folded for much of the show (like the guy next to me). I understand that people consume music in different ways, but do people still not understand that with a band like Wilco, you get back what you put in from an energy standpoint? That’s just how I see it — and have experienced it. As for the relatively older crowd, I have no i

Good, ‘cause it’s not finished yet. Have two hours on Eurostar to concoct some more nonsense…

I’m not mad or anything, but Jeff stole my line when he shared with the large audience at the close-to-capacity Royal Albert Hall the fact that the last place Wilco had played before tonight was called JunkYard and how the band really had come full circle. It was a more oblique way of saying that to go from a literal junkyard to the grand environs of the RAH was like going from the outhouse to the penthouse in terms of possible places that a group of musicians could perform. But here’s the rub: If you ask me, I think I would actually prefer the proverbial outhouse. At least when it

But did Steptoe & Son have a bitchin’ theme song? (I have no idea.)

Not to reply to my own post, but I had to add a photo of the pyrotechnics, even if it’s not the greatest pic. I would love to see a photo of it from further back in the crowd or, even better, a video of it if anyone managed to capture the flames going off. Edit: There’s a clip on Wilco’s Instagram/Facebook stories right now. Four flamethrowers!

After seeing Wilco play the second of two “Evening With…” shows in Germany, this one in a junkyard outside the city center of Dortmund, I have so many questions. Like, did the Sanford and Son theme song run through the minds of Jeff or his bandmates at any point before or during the gig? Like, did all of the band members — but especially Glenn — put on an adequate amount of sunscreen? Like, which Central Europeans are more reserved when it comes to concert behavior: Germans, Belgians or the Dutch? Like, did we just witness the first-ever pyrotechnics at a Wilco show? Let’s start at

Glad I can be of service... From my perspective, it’s nice to receive the notification of your ta at a normal hour rather than at, say, 4 a.m., seconds after I’ve hit the post button. What can I say? It’s the Era Of Good Feelings. We need some hooliganish behavior out of you British Isle — am I allowed to use that as a descriptor? — lot to maybe get Curmudgeonly Jeff back for a brief moment. That, or the the peanut gallery will have to be a lot more chirpy…

Glad you enjoyed, and thanks for the info on capacity!

For any student of history, at least of the 20th century variety, the name Dachau evokes its tragic past as the site of the first and longest-operating Nazi concentration camp. Located approximately 12 miles northwest of Munich, in southern Germany, the town of Dachau today could be described as a bedroom community and a relatively sleepy but picturesque small burg that features several different waterways. None of the past — or present — of Dachau, however, came up during Wilco’s tour stop here as part of the Dachauer Musiksommer series of outdoor concerts held in the plaza right outside

My turn to ta. So, ta. I caught this show in Indianapolis of all places last year. In a *much* smaller venue, though. Really enjoyed it, I must say. Brought a Graham Gouldman Thing record for scribbles to see if they might be hanging around afterward, but no such luck. As I recall they didn't even have merch for sale at the gig, but they directed people to their Web store or something like that. Anyway, the things we do for love eh?

Spotted duck? Spotted fever? What ever could you have spotted?

Thanks for clarifying what happened there. I jotted down Jeff’s comment, but I had no idea what he saw.